Thursday, February 19, 2009
knocked up constantly
You are my dream, the best i've ever seen. You changed my life when I saw you the first time. I saw a glow in you that was unmistakable and true. I knew right then I wanted to lay down with you and make 12 to 15 babies and just keep you knocked up constantly. I knew I wanted complete control of your body and soul. I knew right then you would be mine no matter what. Even if you opened up a successful bagel business and became a multi-tra-zillionaire you would still be knocked up. You are my dream baby, the best i've ever seen and you will be mine forever and ever. tiaj LLc
so to does you
My assembling self finds no satisfaction in anything. The manufactured piece of equipment seen is a mere illusion, an illustration of something far removed from me. The pencils need sharpening in order for the line to be just right. Once the sharpener dulls so too does the line and then so too does you. In my assembling self there are many lines and few of them are sharply drawn. Then again, what sort of choices do I have at this point? I have to use whatever tools are available at the time and make the lines from there. Even if I had a brand new set of supplies, my assembling self would still utilize unsharp lines and the empty space that accompanies them.
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